Kissing her was a fantasy and I was one lucky son of a b***h to have experienced and also be the first to do it. ~ A. Gupta
Cole
Her cheeks were still pink from our kiss and perhaps a little because of the interruption from her friend. Unlike her friend, Daisy— who hadn’t appeared a little bit embarrassed but more like amused and curious, Violet had difficulty meeting her friend’s eyes when she had waved us goodbye and hinted on texting her questions.
Now, I watched from the corner of my eyes as she sat there by my side and gazed out the window. There was a soft curve to her lips and I wondered if it was because of what happened between us. When I had come to get her, I had been furious— not at her, but at the fact that she could be in danger of coming face to face with the monsters of
